'I've always had a taste for traveling alone, ' Tift Merritt sings in the title track of her fifth album. This time around, she got
to prove it, 'calling the shots myself and letting myself go wherever I needed to go' at a point in time when she was a
free agent without label or manager. But the song
does also conclude that'everybody here is traveling alone, ' a realization that places as much value on community as iconoclasm. And Merritt put together her'dream cast' of fellow travelers to play on Traveling Alone, which found its happy home at her new label, Yep Roc. The road less taken
doesn't preclude good company. The New Yorker has called
Merritt'the bearer of a proud tradition of distaff country soul that reaches back to artists like Dusty Springfield and Bobbie
Gentry, ' a standard upholding that got underway in earnest with Bramble Rose, the 2002 solo debut that put her on
the Americana map forever. As her sophomore album,Tambourine, was followed by Another Country
and See You on the Moon, Merritt found acclaim coming not just from critics and awards orgs but her own heroes,
like Emmylou Harris, who marveled that Merritt'stood out like a diamond in a coal patch. ' Now a leading lady in her own
right, Merritt is hardly one to hog the spotlight. She
engages in dialogue with fellow artists of all disciplines
on her public radio broadcast and podcast'The Spark With Tift Merritt, ' bringing in fellow sojourners ranging from
Patty Griffin and Rosanne Cash to Rick Moody and Nick Hornby (who devoted a chapter to Merritt in his
31 Songs book). For Traveling Alone, Merritt knew and got exactly the journeymen she wanted with her on this 11-track trip: legendary guitarist Marc Ribot, Calexico drummer John
Convertino, steel player extraordinaire Eric Heywood, acclaimed jazz and rock multi-instrumentalist Rob Burger, and longtime cohort Jay Brown on bass. As captured by producer Tucker Martine (known for
working with the Decemberists, and one of Paste
magazine's'10 Best Producers of the Decade') and mixed by three-time Grammy-winning engineer Ryan Freeland, the sound is both spare and luxurious. 'Maybe I was bored with bells and whistles and wanted to go without them. It might have been that I didn't have enough money
for bells and whistles, ' she quips. 'But once you get in
that sweet spot where things feel real and right, you just want to burrow down in that feeling.
Nothing to hide behind, no distractions, no sense
trying to be everything to everybody. There's a beautiful economy of motion in that place. ' Who wouldn't want to tag along?
Texas-born, New York City-based songwriter, Jarrod Dickenson's slightly spooky melodies and lyrics invoke a mid-Western post-war America, when cars ran on leaded gas, television hadn't yet kidnapped the country's imagination, and men wore hats every day. His reflective lyrics, almost like hand-written letters, remind us that human stories of lost love, sudden fortune, and abiding mystery transcend the decades...and nothing is better or worse right now than it's ever been.